Tag: Rants

No news from the mashup, no news from the Rhine and no news on the filter I ordered a while ago. Nothing about the shared cabride or the nightwatchman or any murderer that might or might not actually murder anyone. No news from the word ‘willy-nilly’ tho I’m hopeful and none from my reading of …

Last night I scrabbled for the last time with Sean Bishop, a poet in the UH MFA program. We couldn’t have a more different approach to reading and writing, but we’re aptly matched scrabblers and enjoy bitching about our prospective poetry universes. We were sparring about whether Larry Levis is a genius or a hack, …

little well I look so down in the poetry mirror. there is not much difference i say very little differential. on fields from another: they look likely like one and sum slipping some slippy no big dif between the not yet famous the not yet famous-er in owning this poetry well-ness I tell you my …

Hey bay for us today & carrion the market collapses takes us in / grants one dance one only see us newt bright green collapse the little air therein rays of heaven headed us are hairs / ends / days / mists / pale discrepancies. us stands for us …

Today I remembered I am 28 and you were 28 when we met. What a terrible age to be. Terribly lonely to be in class reading footnotes. But then I was not 28, so I saved you. I wore a white dress on the breezeway. I was fixed and smoking on the breezeway. I was …

cry me river red blood river the engine driver sundowned What Can I Do mine Honeyslide the details when I look down big river down of goldenmain yellow sees ohio riverboat piss in a river driver find thee/the world river depo- sition men re- pose of rivers

Do not end with the word “hollow.” Or “so many Christians into it.” Do not come back to anything, point to anything and do not use the end as an opportunity to punch any holes. The holes will look prepunched, buddy. You will be defeated by the end but you must be strong. By strong …

For how animal is eating a fig, on wheels or rails, acorns, how delicate etc. and continue adiatic, my unyeildy boots, you towing, nevermind, then rolling stop, as ashes as you are you are the plural of bluegrass in bells these patches of felt since when alelluah ah– and anna lay herself down beside me, …

I would like to introduce my brass career of light. It is a project manager. Mothersticks hit the side of my mywigwam. Between peices of leather, light lines. Three steps off the road, a barrel cactus attache. She is a weaver with a loom and everything. The Theory of Tables by Emmanuel Hocquard. Opera day in …